A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 4

Moonlight refracted through stained glass into a kaleidoscope of colors, spilling across the hair of the sleeping youth. Intertwining with the starlight, the scene was both sacred and beautiful.

Si Ye’s eyes were tightly shut, his slightly curled long hair scattered messily across the pillow. The face that was usually masks in coldness appeared exceptionally soft at this moment.

Rocheville sat quietly by the bed, his eyes brimming with a madness and possessiveness so thick it nearly overflowed. His tall frame exuded a heavy sense of pressure, completely blocking out the moonlight.

The person on the bed was shrouded in his shadow.

The tiny kitten huddled by Si Ye’s pillow. Its ruby-cold eyes quietly watched the youth’s face.

“Te Amo.”

Rocheville whispered under his breath. His face, handsome to an inhuman degree, was full of obsession; his raspy voice carried a sickly craving. Those blood-red eyes remained fixed on Si Ye, like a drowning man staring at his only lifeline—or like a devout fanatic gazing greedily yet sincerely at his supreme deity.

He lightly traced the skin beneath his palm.

Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to sense something and opened his eyes groggily. Si Ye looked up to see Rocheville half-kneeling there, his blood-red eyes filled with tears, watching him without blinking.

Seeing him wake, the man hurriedly wiped the tears from his face. He looked at Si Ye cautiously and defended himself: “I couldn’t sleep. I just came to see if you were comfortable.”

A few more tears went patter-patter down his face. He looked aggrieved and pitiful.

Si Ye froze for a moment, a hint of helplessness surfacing in his eyes. He gestured for the man to come up. Rocheville’s eyes lit up. He reached out and unceremoniously shoved the kitten aside.

Si Qiuqiu’s fur immediately stood on end, but before it could even let out a meow, Rocheville had already reclaimed it (dismissed it).

Si Ye expertly adjusted himself into the most comfortable position in Rocheville’s arms. His fingertips slid through the man’s fingers, naturally interlacing them.

“The Book of Vows has a chapter specifically left for a spouse.”

Rocheville froze. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his heart suddenly beat like a violent storm.

Si Ye placed their joined hands against his cheek and lightly nuzzled the man’s wrist. His faint, cold fragrance and warm breath brushed against Rocheville’s skin, sending a numbing tingle through the man.

“The name I wrote on that page…”

“…was yours.”

Having revealed the thing he hadn’t had time to tell the other before, Si Ye fell back into a deep sleep, regardless of how the other might react.

Rocheville sat there stunned, his brain buzzing. Then came a surge of near-erupting ecstasy. The delight and twisted love in his eyes seemed ready to break through their cocoon and become physical. Even his soul seemed to tremble with excitement.

At this moment, he wanted to demand more.

But looking at the exhausted person who had fallen back asleep, Rocheville took several deep breaths to force down his agitation. He carefully pulled Si Ye a little tighter into his chest. His arms, like shackles both gentle and forceful, embraced him. He slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep with the person in his arms.

It was as if he had fallen into an eternal beautiful dream, never wanting to wake again.

Ji Mengxue looked at herself in the mirror, her fingertips tracing the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. The ringing of a phone broke the silence. She glanced at it casually and answered unhurriedly.

“Auntie Ji, it’s Xuyan. Xiao Ning has already done what you ordered, hahaha! Don’t worry, you’ll never see Si Ye again.”

“Below that spot is the sea. The dosage of the drug was sufficient; even if the fall didn’t kill him, the drug would have been fatal.”

The male voice on the other end carried an uncontrollable sneer and mockery. Ji Mengxue’s brow furrowed. No sense of propriety…

She toyed with the gemstone necklace at her throat and said nonchalantly, “Understood. I’ll sign the project I promised you tomorrow.”

“Great! Always happy to share your burdens, hahaha.”

Hanging up the strangely eerie call, Ji Mengxue placed her necklace into its jewelry box. She stood up slowly and pulled a long-archived photo from her desk.

Crr-ack—

A match was struck. A red flame flared up, illuminating the photo taken from a voyeur’s perspective.

In the photo was a younger Shi Jingning. Beside him, Si Ye was quietly leaning on a table with his eyes closed, taking a nap. Shi Jingning was leaning down cautiously, placing a gentle kiss on the sleeping person’s cheek.

The candid angle and dim lighting recorded the most secret emotion buried in the youth’s heart.

[Note: To the censors—these two have zero blood relation! They are not on the same household register, they are not legal brothers, and there is no romance between them! It is just a title he uses!]

“Bastard…”

Ji Mengxue’s eyes were like ice. She watched the photo burn to ash, the remains carried away by the night wind on the balcony.

[Wrath burns away reason, hatred blinds the eyes. Calamity sneers, quietly clasping hands; Judgment sounds the horn, the truth cannot be buried.]

— Excerpt from “The Book of Truth: Wrath”

“To generate emotions toward me the way it worked in the Tower, I have to face the public…”

Si Ye leaned lazily back in his chair. After thinking for a few seconds, something occurred to him that gave him a massive headache. “Entering the entertainment industry? No thanks… I’m not cut out for that…”

The kitten, still dwelling on its grievance, crouched on the table and meowed incessantly, disrupting his already messy thoughts. Si Ye gave the kitten’s head a few soothing strokes before turning his inquiring gaze back to Rocheville.

Glancing at the kitten shamelessly acting spoiled beside Si Ye, Rocheville’s eyes darkened repeatedly.

Si Ye sighed and reached out to pat the man’s head. Seeing the man’s expression instantly soften, and then looking at the kitten in his lap frantically hissing, Si Ye burst into a light chuckle.

Rocheville and the kitten shared a glare before simultaneously looking away. Rocheville cleared his throat.

“I found another more suitable method in advance.” He pulled up a file on the computer.

Si Ye flipped through the program details: 《Peering Through the Mist》.

He seemed to have heard of it before. He searched his memories and finally found the answer. Is it that supernatural challenge variety show…?

Indeed, it’s suitable…

Rocheville suddenly spoke: “Aside from the people chosen by the Tower who have come out, the Calamities you once suppressed at the base of the Tower have also escaped.”

“The Tower’s restrictions should still be on those Calamities, but since the Tower has collapsed, they will reappear before long. I can deter them on your behalf for now.”

Silence fell for a moment.

The man tilted his head slightly, a hint of testing in his cold red eyes. “And… those people from back then.”

Si Ye’s movements paused. He gave a faint “Mm.” “I know.”

The atmosphere grew heavy. Si Ye continued browsing the data on the screen.

“Do you still have feelings for them?” Rocheville kept his voice very soft.

As if afraid the strange emotion in his voice would be caught, he added quietly: “Are you still pained by, or do you still love… those few people you raised with your own hands, who then betrayed you because of desire?”

He did his best to restrain his emotions. Yet, the malice—so thick it was almost physical—leaked out regardless.

Si Ye paused, looked up at him, and said calmly: “From the moment they sided with those Calamities and were devoured by desire, they were no longer my family. Why would you think I love them?”

“Then why did you stop me from killing them back then?” Rocheville tilted his head slightly, his voice sounding somewhat distorted. “I could have killed them in the Tower. Why did you stop me then?”

Rocheville watched him, seemingly trying to find any other emotion on his face.

Suddenly, Si Ye let out a helpless sigh. “Because if I hadn’t stopped you, you would have been injured. It wasn’t worth it.”

Rocheville froze instantly. The logic in his brain and the words he heard clashed; he sat there stuck, looking rather dazed.

Si Ye turned back to the data and idly rubbed the kitten. “Why risk heavy injury to do something inside the Tower that can be resolved outside without getting hurt?”

Saying this, Si Ye let out a light laugh. “Moreover, the one who would have been hurt was someone important to me.”

Rocheville stared at him blankly, seemingly not expecting such an answer. His fingers trembled slightly.

“Then when I see them later… even if it’s before they die, can I torture them until they wish they were dead? Is that okay too?”

Rocheville looked up at him, his lingering, affectionate tone masking a bone-deep hatred.

Si Ye smiled, his eyes full of endless indifference. He said:

“I don’t care.”

The corners of Rocheville’s mouth curled up into a gentle smile, though it was steeped in thick, sinister malice.